It’s raining so traffic was horrible and I was twenty minutes late getting to the vet’s. I closed the joint! Anyway, I saw a different vet this time and she was in awe of Edgar, as any vet seems to be. She said if all she had to go by was her exam of him and his last blood results, she would estimate him to be about eight or nine years old. Then she asked one of the techs how old she thought he was and she said six! All of Edgar’s good genes certainly make up for all the bad ones floating around in my family. He’ll probably outlive me.
Anyway, the physical exam was fine so now it’s just to wait to hear about the urinalysis and blood work (bye bye $400+). He’s gained a touch more weight, which is no big surprise considering how much he’s been eating. To be honest, I think he’s been eating enough to gain more than the bit he did. I can’t bring myself to deny him food for too long. I could certainly be feeding him more and I’m sure he’d eat it, so it’s not like I’m catering to his every whine, but since he can’t exactly tell me how he’s feeling, I don’t like to let him go too long without putting some dry food down. I should hear back on Friday, and might have to go in even if the news is good, in case she wants to discuss trying to get him to lose a bit of weight. He could probably stand to lose maybe a kilogram.
He’s such a good boy at the vet’s.